"The Pot & The Kettle" lyrics

The kettle walked home on a Sunday morning
Looking like a new man to Mama's surprise
Fire in his heart and numbers on a napkin
Twenty-one, falling in love by midnight

Pot was hungover and sent it to voicemail
That poor boy went on for a while
The stammer in his voice was damn near endearing
Something 'bout hearing it, well, it made her smile

Boiling water, making steam
Matches mixed with gasoline
They'll keep running till the train runs out of track
Soulmates live to seek each other
Black sheep seem to flock together
Puzzle pieces find their other half
That's what happens, that's what happens
That's what happens when the pot calls the kettle back

Late nights lead to church bells and tin cans
Honeymoon shine will lose its sheen
Who knew outlaws ran 'round in minivans
Looking at bigger backyards with a car seat
But when they're both antiques
And the dust is settled
When the kids don't visit
The pot and the kettle keep

Boiling water, making steam
Matches mixed with gasoline
They'll keep running till the train runs out of track
Soulmates live to seek each other
Black sheep seem to flock together
Puzzle pieces find their other half
That's what happens, that's what happens
That's what happens when the pot calls the kettle back

The pot calls the kettle back
That's what happens, that's what happens
That's what happens, that's what happens
When the pot calls the kettle back